Page 44 of Her C*cky Cowboys


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I took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. There wouldn’t be any ass kicking today, though. That wasn’t what I was there for—even if it probably would have felt really good for at least a little while.

One more deep breath and I was out of the car, walking toward the salon door with just one objective in mind. I needed to hear Nora’s story for myself. I just wanted a few minutes and a chance to look her in the eye, to see for myself whether or not she was lying.

She might be able to sweet-talk Logan and the sheriff and even Derek Winslow. But she wasn’t going to sweet-talk me. I could see right through her, and I knew her smile was as fake as her tan.

I waved to Linda, the hairdresser, when I walked in.

“Hey girl,” she said, waving back. “Just have a seat and I’ll be with you in a bit, okay?”

Perfect.

I couldn’t help but smile. Everything was going to plan so far. And even without looking over, I could feel Nora’s eyes on me. When I finally did make eye contact, it was because I’d walked by all of the other empty chairs in the waiting area to sit in the one right next to her.

Was it wrong that I got a little bit of satisfaction from the way she frowned when I sat down?

I smiled, knowing it was too big and sweet to be believable. Not that I cared. “Nora, I didn’t expect to see you here today. What a coincidence.”

She didn’t even try to hide her annoyance as she looked at me. “Is it?” She raised a carefully sculpted eyebrow, then sighed. “Listen, I’m not really in the mood to chat today, so if you’ll excuse me—”

“I understand,” I interrupted. “I honestly don’t feel like talking to anyone these days either. I’ve got so much on my mind lately with the ranch.” I paused, then added. “I almost think it might have been worth it to sell the place when you made that offer.”

She sat up and her eyes went wide for a split second before she was able to school her expression again. It had been quick, but I’d seen enough to know that she was still definitely interested.

“Really?” she asked, giving me a sideways glance. Suddenly she felt like chatting after all. “Well, unfortunately, I probably couldn’t give you as good a deal as the one I offered before, but I’d still be willing to talk business with you if you’re seriously interested.”

“What makes my ranch so special, though?” I asked. “Surely you have plenty of land already. We’re not even neighbors.”

She gave me that patented fake smile. “My daddy always told me I could never have enough land or money. Turns out, he was right. I have plenty of both, but…” She shrugged. “Sometimes a girl just needs more.”

I had to turn away for a moment to keep from making a face. I wondered if that was the same ridiculous line she’d tried to lay on Derek when she’d made an offer on his land.

Sometimes a girl just needs more?

That wasn’t a reason to buy land, and she wasn’t foolingthisgirl.

But whatever. That wasn’t my main concern anyway. Finding out her motivation for buying would have definitely been a bonus, but it wasn’t what I was there for. And since that hadn’t panned out, it was time to change my tactics.

“All of these poisonings lately just have me scared, you know?” I shook my head, giving her a worried look that wasn’t entirely for show. “I never thought the day would come when I wouldn’t feel safe in my own home, but…” I let the statement linger a moment, then asked, “I’m sure you’ve heard about the poisonings, haven’t you? And the fire at Derek Winslow’s ranch?”

I studied her face for a reaction. Now that I’d planted the idea, I wanted to see if I could catch that overly-eager look again. Better yet, if she really was the one behind the poisonings, I hoped that our little conversation would make her think she was winning.

If she thought her plan to drive me off my land was working, she’d surely try it again. If she was feeling cocky about it, she might even slip up. And when she did? We’d be waiting.

She didn’t get that same spark in her eye this time, though. Instead, she blinked and swallowed hard. “I heard.” She nodded. “It happened to me, too. My stallion, Lucky… he was…” She turned away, and her shoulders heaved as she dashed at the tears that had started to roll down her cheeks. “I thought I was going to lose him.”

I reached out to rub her shoulder before I could stop myself. I didn’t know what to do. I’d never seen Nora showfeelingsbefore—not real ones, anyway. And if those tears weren’t real, then she was the best actress I’d ever seen.

“It’s okay,” I said, still feeling more than a little conflicted about being nice to her. And even though I still didn’t really like her, I could at least sympathize with almost losing an animal. Even Nora deserved a little compassion for that. “You didn’t lose him, though. He’s going to be okay, isn’t he?”

She sniffled, then nodded. Her eyes were still full of tears when she turned back to face me again, and I felt another little pang of guilt for all the uncharitable thoughts I’d directed her way lately.

“I’m sorry," she said. "I can’t believe I’m getting so emotional. It’s just that… well, that horse was the last gift I got from Zachary on our anniversary. It was shortly before he died, and I still think about him every time I look at Lucky.”

I honestly didn’t know what to think anymore. I was having a really hard time believing she had poisoned her own horse—especially one that obviously meant so much to her. But if Nora really wasn’t behind the poisonings, then who could it be? She was the only real suspect any of us had come up with over the past couple of weeks, and now we were back to square one.

“Janessa?” Linda waved from across the salon, interrupting my thoughts. “Are you ready?”

I nodded, then gave Nora an actual, real smile. First time for everything, right? “It’ll be okay,” I said. “Whoever is behind all of this won’t get away with it.”

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